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Arranged Problems Ch. 4As we got closer to the kitchens, I heard a loud hustle and bustle in front of us. It got louder as we walked nearer to the kitchens.
We stood in the doorway of the large kitchen and answered two of my questions. Where was the noise coming from, and where are all of the servants or workers? They were all in here, working on a feast fit for a kind. Or, rather, a prince.
Oh, my lord! A plump lady pushed some sweaty hair behind her ear. What is it you need? she asked with a grandmotherly care.
My wife, He grinned. is in need of a little tidbit, Bea.
Is she now? The lady smiled and looked over the mob and gave some instructions before turning back to us. Ill see if I can find anything left in this place.
I looked up at Zayev and asked, What is this all about?
He looked down in surprise. Dont you know? Its the feast being prepared in celebration of our wedding today.
False Name--Ch. 2Willow could almost hear everything around her as she slept. Strong arms carrying her, slowly releasing her onto a soft bed. Warm hands moving her hair out of her face, stroking down her jaw before leaving. Murmuring voices speaking and going silent. Other small, warm fingers probing her side.
She fell into a deeper sleep, only becoming a little conscious to feel a needle be inserted into her arm.
After that, she felt nothing.
When she finally opened her eyes, she blinked the blurriness away and looked at the ceiling. It was a bleached white and her nose stung with the smell of antiseptic and other smells she would identify as only found in hospitals. Her hands curled into the sheets under her and she almost snuggled into the deep, soft mattress beneath her and the white, fluffy blanket on top of her.
Before she could look around more, a familiar voice said, Youre awake. Willow stiffened and when the boy leaned over her and looked into her eyes with his vivid red ones
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Qwertz has been walking me home every day from school this past week. He always gives that bow when he leaves me at the corner. Until today.
We usually talk to each other about ourselves. Qwertz often asks me about my world, what are the towns like and the scenery. He rarely answers my questions to him. But Ive gotten used to it by now.
We came to the corner and I said goodbye. He smiled and embraced me, pulling me into his arms with a rough gentleness. I stiffened as his hands overlapped over the small of my back, but softened and hugged him in return. It felt so natural.
He relaxed even further and I was surprised to see that his eyes were the lightest Ive ever seen them as he let me go.
Goodbye, Valley. He smiled and did his regular bow, winking at me like the first day he walked me home.
I blushed and he grinned. To be honest, i wanted to do that the fist time. He admitted and i blushed harder. He seemed to bring those words stra
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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